RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Finding nothing important in reality's dreams, unless it
deals with family, and it's love.

Being expressed through the years in many hugs and loving
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Looking at opaque feelings, watching them cloud over,
trying to hide how they feel, so as not to be tormented
by thoughts of other people's narrow-minded views through
emotions and how they should or shouldn't be used in life.
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Delving into death's signs of preoccupation,
attempting to figure out his calculations
and equations showing him who to take next.
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Peaceful lands of desert, filled with the spirits
of life-long ancestors.

Feeling comforted, being held in mountainous arms,
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Searching on future plains to see what will be involved
next in life.

Promising visions, beautifully orchestrated, stand out
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Waking to a wonderful sound of music, instantly giving
so much energy, taking and sliding on mercury, riding
into another morning.
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Remembering growing up in New Jersey, seeing pussy willows
scatteringly across the wide expanse above.

Relaxing, enjoying feelings of dampness, stirring in the
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Spinning to rhythms, falling upon this brain rapidly,
stirring and blending thoughts with them, attracting
an inner energy, delighting intellect.
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Dancing rhythms coming gently into mind,
a lonely journey beginning in creative
circumstances.
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Crystal clear rhythms appearing on photographic screens,
rapidly energizing particles of a mind's essence.

Forming and shaping intellect's solemn pieces of intense
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